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I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag

(Vietnam Rag)

Words and Music by Joe McDonald

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Although this song is written out in the key of G, I often capo the guitar up several frets, depending on the key I wish to sing in. Play the song in a happy care-free style and feel free to substitute the name of any country where you feel there is a war going on you would like to sing about. Do not interpret the song word for word. It is military humor — tongue in cheek.

Come on all of you big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
   E7                       A
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
       D                        G
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

         A7   A#7    D
And it's one, two, three,
 D7           G
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
          A7   A#7   D
And it's five, six, seven,
 D7           G
Open up the pearly gates,
             E               A
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
     D                    G
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds —
The only good commie is the one that's dead
     E7                          A
You know that peace can only be won
             D                       G
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.


Come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
 E7                              A
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
      D                   G
They drop it on the Viet Cong.


Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send your sons off before it's too late.
        E7               A
You can be the first one on your block
              D                  G
To have your boy come home in a box.


Note: As I have mentioned elsewhere I am guilty of leaving out the women in my early material so now I always sing the last verse like this:

Come on mothers throughout the land / And pack your boys off to Vietnam / Come on fathers, don't hesitate / and send your DAUGHTERS off before it's too late / And be the first one on your block to have your KIDS come home in a box.

Copyright © 1965 Joe McDonald
Copyright © 1977 Alkatraz Corner Music, BMI
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